Oh Well — текст песни (Joe Jackson)

I cant help about the shape Im in

I cant sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin

But dont ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to



Oh well



Now, when I talked to God I knew hed understand

He said, "stick by my side and Ill be your guiding hand

But dont ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to"



Oh well